Page 51 of Weathering The Storm

His weight pushes forward and barely withdraws. My hands travel up and down his back while his cradle my head, keeping our lips sealed together so that every sound belongs to only the two of us.

“Are you gonna come on my cock?” he says. A sliver of air cushions the space between our bodies as he lifts off of me enough to pay attention to my hot, aching dick. Stroking down as he pushes forward. “Please.Please. Let me feel you.”

“Ahmn,” I moan, each stroke showing me dimensions of pleasure I never knew existed.

He gives it to me steadily. A climax that dangles on the precipice for so damn long, I feel like it might not happen. A climax he recognizes before I do, because he smiles against my lips. “Ah, there it is, baby. Just like that.”

And “baby” does me inhard.

A thick gush of cum coats his hand, smearing into our stomachs as he keeps fucking me through the white-out pleasure. I feel him moving in me more acutely now, his cock raking across oversensitive nerve endings while he fucks me through the crest and makes the sexiest sounds against my lips.

His weight sags forward onto me. His arms tremble, his cock pulsing as he loses control of his thrusts. The hot spill of his release bathes me from the inside.

I hold him to my chest. The whoosh and sizzle of the waves and the heavy falls of his breathing filtering in as everything calms. My muscles are weak. Tingling.

If not for the way Seth nuzzles into my touch and groans when I run my fingers through his hair, I’d assume he fell asleep on top of me.

“I didn’t know it could feel like that,” I say.

He slides a hand down my waist, grabbing the back of my thigh and rolling me onto my side facing him. His cock slips out of me, his fingers swirling over the mess of cum leaking from my hole.

He sucks in the same breath I do, depleted but insatiable.

“Me either.” He kisses my forehead, continuing his lazy exploration of my body while his lips curve into one of those grins that knocks me on my ass harder than a slip on an icy deck. “Come home with me when the season’s over. I want you to meet my family.”

It takes me too long to respond for how quickly I know my answer. I’m caught up in the fact that this is as serious for him as it is for me. “How long were you thinking?”

His grin hikes up higher on one cheek than the other. “However long you wanna stay. I imagine it’ll directly correlate to whatever the kids are obsessed with when we get back. There’s a wide range of tolerability.”

“I’m pretty tolerant.”

The exhaustion finally kicks in like a sledgehammer now that I’m relaxed and warm in Seth’s arms, the rocking of the boat and the vibration of the engine lulling us both.

“They’re gonna love you,” he murmurs.

“You don’t know that.”

His eyes sluggishly blink open. He presses a kiss to my chest. “It’s been sixteen years since I’ve brought anybody home. Youcould probably be a fucking axe murderer and my mom would be cool with it as long you have table manners.”

I crack a smile. “So they’ll love me by default?”

He traces up my spine, taking a fistful of hair at the back of my head and pressing my lips to his. “They’ll love you because they’ll take one look at me and see how happy you make me.”

And, because my heart might explode, all I can say in return is, “You make me happy, too.”

I don’t remember falling asleep, but I remember the glow of that happiness from within the smallest components of my being. As if Seth unwound my DNA and wrote the joy of falling in love with him into who I am.

I remember the light fading to black and the brief recognition that I’ve never known whatsafefeels like until now.

I remember sighing at the simple pleasure of his fingertips skimming over my bare skin.

But there’s a blank space in between the most comforting embrace of my life and the knock on my door, hours later, that rouses me from it.

“Hey, Captain?” Perry says, his voice tense. “I think you’re gonna want to hear this.”

I sit up in bed, Seth instantly waking beside me. “What is it?”

“The storm. It shifted.”